Dream Snippet: Articles of Confederation

One night, I was walking in a quiet neighborhood to my local branch of the National Archives. It was a quiet stone building with huge glass walls. I was doing a research paper and it was very important to get a copy of the original Articles of Confederation. The apathetic librarian directed me down the elevators to a huge, run-down warehouse, which reminded me a south american cocaine factory from Tom Clancey novels.

The basement was run by convicts because it was cheaper than hiring full time employees. My sister and I were told we had to go to a "back room" to get the Articles and that I had to change out of my jeans because they weren't "sterile"... as we walked to the back room, I realized that we were being setup by the convicts and that they were going to jump us once we were out of the guard's view. I spun around and started tussling with an inmate. I had him in a sleeper hold as my sister ran to get help. I began worrying about my jeans, not only because they cost $22.50, but the convicts could use them to disguise themselves and escape. Then roomie's alarm woke me up from the next room.